Preschooler
Off a lot drank I'ma show my ass
I might tweak out like a preschooler
I ain't even fussing with the opps no more
When them niggas die they think we do it
Lil bitch say that she like my style
She know I only make street music
He cold nigga put the heat to em
We be selling the bowls they think he do it
We ain't never waiting on the UPS
This shit in city
I be sipping on Trisy
This other niggas sipping Qualitest
Bitch gave me bird brain met her in the nest
Come fuck wit a young nigga I come straight out the jects
You gon win with me better place ya lil bet
Beam on the Glock playing laser tag
I'm sipping this drank fuck around might crash
I know they that they fucking with Three for real
These other niggas yeah they do the most
You can get rich with the gang off low bowls
I'm with Young Plug he bags for the low low
Rule number one gotta stick to the g-code
Two twin Glocks I slide on beast mode
Not a hot nigga I'ma hit when the beef cold
We took the boy to the floor like D Rose
I do the same shit on a different day
Get rich or die trying I just made a fifty play
Ain't focused on motion or money he in the way
Just made a backend off the interstate
I ain't even in the state
That boy was online tryna name drop
Him and his mans got hit with the same Glock
When your pockets hurting how you make the pain stop
Them bowls falling out the sky like they raindrops
Only feeling myself I ain't feeling nun
I like the Audi but I want the bigger one
Bitch bad but I want the thicker one
The bitch weak boy you need to get her done
Keep buying her bags send her a ten to the yams
Go buy her a ass
And I ain't sitting on noting they buying it fast
The buying the highs and they buying the trash damn
Off a lot drank I'ma show my ass
I might tweak out like a preschooler
I ain't even fussing with the opps no more
When them niggas die they think we do it
Lil bitch say that she like my style
She know I only make street music
He cold nigga put the heat to em
We be selling the bowls they think he do it
We ain't never waiting on the UPS
This shit in city
I be sipping on Trisy
This other niggas sipping Qualitest
Bitch gave me bird brain met her in the nest
Come fuck wit a young nigga I come straight out the jects
You gon win with me better place ya lil bet
Beam on the Glock playing laser tag
I'm sipping this drank fuck around might crash
I might tweak out like a preschooler
I ain't even fussing with the opps no more
When them niggas die they think we do it
Lil bitch say that she like my style
She know I only make street music
He cold nigga put the heat to em
We be selling the bowls they think he do it
We ain't never waiting on the UPS
This shit in city
I be sipping on Trisy
This other niggas sipping Qualitest
Bitch gave me bird brain met her in the nest
Come fuck wit a young nigga I come straight out the jects
You gon win with me better place ya lil bet
Beam on the Glock playing laser tag
I'm sipping this drank fuck around might crash
I know they that they fucking with Three for real
These other niggas yeah they do the most
You can get rich with the gang off low bowls
I'm with Young Plug he bags for the low low
Rule number one gotta stick to the g-code
Two twin Glocks I slide on beast mode
Not a hot nigga I'ma hit when the beef cold
We took the boy to the floor like D Rose
I do the same shit on a different day
Get rich or die trying I just made a fifty play
Ain't focused on motion or money he in the way
Just made a backend off the interstate
I ain't even in the state
That boy was online tryna name drop
Him and his mans got hit with the same Glock
When your pockets hurting how you make the pain stop
Them bowls falling out the sky like they raindrops
Only feeling myself I ain't feeling nun
I like the Audi but I want the bigger one
Bitch bad but I want the thicker one
The bitch weak boy you need to get her done
Keep buying her bags send her a ten to the yams
Go buy her a ass
And I ain't sitting on noting they buying it fast
The buying the highs and they buying the trash damn
Off a lot drank I'ma show my ass
I might tweak out like a preschooler
I ain't even fussing with the opps no more
When them niggas die they think we do it
Lil bitch say that she like my style
She know I only make street music
He cold nigga put the heat to em
We be selling the bowls they think he do it
We ain't never waiting on the UPS
This shit in city
I be sipping on Trisy
This other niggas sipping Qualitest
Bitch gave me bird brain met her in the nest
Come fuck wit a young nigga I come straight out the jects
You gon win with me better place ya lil bet
Beam on the Glock playing laser tag
I'm sipping this drank fuck around might crash
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Writer(s): Raymond Joyce
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